Our internet service was down here at work for A WHOLE DAY. I know what you're thinking, but there aren't a lot of high cliffs to jump from here in Fooleryland, so I just texted my friends for support:
foolery: THE INTERNET HAS BEEN DOWN FOR HOURS. HOW DID PEOPLE SURVIVE IN CAVEMAN DAYS?! i feel faint . . .
CBW: oh no!
Gubby: They threw lots of rocks . . . give it a try.
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CBW: They smoked. Signals. Or something.
Bocci: Mine working great . . . wish it wouldn't.
Mantel Man: Well, just make like the cavemen did and scrawl your status on the wall.
Meg: holy moses. i will fax you some chocolate stat!
Marcy: I honestly don't know. I mean WHAT DID THEY DO???
Marcy: Guess that is why they had so many kids. : )
Asia: Man, it must have been rough for you. I've had a similar experience this week a.k.a. Jury Duty.
Rick's Cafe: Ya better be cheering for my Butler Dogs!
So I guess the answer is, these days, we cavemen just text when we can't get online.
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I guess I stood a better chance at chocolate if I had actually given Meg my fax number. And Rick, congratulations! Please don't fax me any dogs.